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“Hands up!”

He obeys.

One.

The second man comes out from behind the building with both hands raised.

Two.

“Driver?” I ask.

Taylor points toward the cab.

Door open.

Empty.

“Where the hell did he go?”

Movement near the ridge.

A man running.

“Vega, driver is on foot heading south.”

“Let him run. Units are moving in.”

I don't argue.

The van.

I run.

“Sean!”

Taylor follows.

I reach the rear doors.

Locked.

The pounding becomes frantic.

“Stand back!” I shout.

I don't know if they can hear me.

“Move away from the doors!”

The pounding stops.

Good.

Taylor reaches me.

“Ready?”

I nod.